The night was just right, the moon was shining, and the world was already blended into this dark night.

The prince's mansion was brightly lit, but it was silent, only the occasional string sound came into the ears, and the occasional fallen leaves fell, Qiao Muxuan sat alone in the pavilion and ordered the attendants to present the strongest wine, as if desperately trying to get himself drunk.

He has never been an alcoholic, he is less angry, and he does not let jealousy blind his mind, however, since meeting Su Wanwan, it seems that everything has changed. Not only did he learn to drink and get angry, but he didn't know how to control it, and he let jealousy blind his mind, and he had already made a big mistake.

He learned a lot of things that he shouldn't have learned as a prince, but he still couldn't get a woman named Su Wanwan.

Su Wanwan, why can't you get Su Wanwan?

Qiao Muxuan mourned slightly in her heart, is it just because she loves her fourth brother? Where is he worse than the fourth brother? He is the prince of Jinling Kingdom, one person is above ten thousand people, why is Su Wanwan not moved, why is she not moved?

He shot and injured his sixth brother today, and he was uneasy for a while, and he just wanted to use the liquor to kill his sorrows and forget everything that happened.

However, after drinking several jars of wine, in addition to feeling hot and unbearably hot all over the body, his consciousness became more and more sober, and when he thought of the delicate and moving Su Wanwan, the gentle smile, the sudden eyes, and the slender figure...... I just feel that my heart is going to break, why should she avoid herself, for what?

Qiao Muxuan's face was a little pale, his eyes were a little trance, and the corners of his mouth hooked a self-deprecating smile......

He slammed the jar to the ground, and sat on the stone steps in some embarrassment, leaning against the stone pillar, trying to clear his mind, and sober it again, but except for some subconscious, he only felt indignant.

After a long time, he staggered away from the gazebo, pushed away the support of his attendants, and subconsciously followed a direction......

Qiao Muxuan stood outside the west wing, didn't move for a long time, just stood so quietly.

The west wing room was originally a new house where the crown princess Ling Siyu lived, but most of it was burned down due to a fire, and it was restored to its original appearance after a few days of repairs. At this moment, the West Chamber was immersed in this dark night, and it seemed a little unspeakably weird.

The room was lit up, and through the thin, transparent gauze curtains, a woman could be seen sitting at the table.

If it's not Ling Siyu in the room, who could it be?

In the room of the West Wing, the weak woman looked at the door pitifully, and couldn't help but be terrified, she was arrested here for no reason today, and she never thought that the person who arrested her turned out to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today, even if the family knows the truth, what can they do with His Royal Highness the Prince?

I was frightened in my heart, there were tears in my eyes, and I didn't dare to fall asleep.

After a long time, the candle burned out, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. At this moment, the door was suddenly blown open by a strange gust of wind!

Startled by the loud sound of the door being blown open, she stood, stiffened slightly, and cautiously walked to the door, trying to close it again. As soon as her hand touched the door, a slender figure blocked in front of her, forcing her to take a step back, and the door slammed shut, and she almost fell in shock.

Qiao Muxuan took advantage of the situation and took the woman tightly into his arms, and muttered, "Wanwan, Wanwan, Wanwan......" The woman's body couldn't help shaking, and she froze even more, but she also suddenly realized something.

"You, you ......" Her strength was weak, and she couldn't shirk it, and she was thrown down on the big bed by Qiao Muxuan, who was full of alcohol.

"Wanwan, Wanwan, you are the prince of Ben, Wanwan, you are my ......" Qiao Muxuan was already incoherent, and kissed the woman under him unscrupulously, but it was extremely gentle and gentle, as if it was the favorite Wanwan in his heart, and his movements were as gentle as kissing a feather.

The woman stiffened her body and couldn't move, but by the bright moonlight, she saw Qiao Muyu's face clearly, "His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Qiao Muxuan couldn't hear what the person under her was saying at all, and even ignored her struggle, as if she wanted to struggle, and her heart of conquest became stronger and stronger, and she was not allowed to escape from herself at all, kissing her hair, forehead, nose tip, red lips, inch by inch......

He peeled off her clothes inch by inch, worshipping inch by inch, he smiled gently and slyly, his red lips opened lightly, and said softly: "Wanwan, you are mine, Wanwan, you...... It's mine. ”

The Six Princes' Mansion, rockery stone interior.

Ling Siqing pulled his shirt tightly with both hands, as if after a long time, his eyes were still entangled.

On the stone bed, Qiao Muyu's stunning face was pale, and his thin lips were blue and purple, but his eyebrows were still extremely beautiful, as if he was sick in the West, there was a kind of heart-wrenching charm, and the thin lips were a simple word.

"Hot, hot......" is really hot.

"Cold, cold......" It's really cold.

Ling Siqing couldn't help but go crazy, Qiao Muyu was already groggy, and his serious injury caused a high fever, as if he was in dire straits, there were no cooling herbs in the stone room, and there was no warm bedding, and she didn't know what to do, so she had to let him suffer like this.

When he is hot, you can take cold water to wipe it for him and fan him; When it was cold, he covered him with everything that could be covered in this stone room, but in fact, there was nothing to warm him at all, so he kept feeling cold, kept pursing his lips and muttering, and his body was even tighter into a ball, like a wounded child.

Ling Siqing couldn't help but call God, did this person come to torture her!

"Hot, hot......" she quickly took a damp cloth and carefully wiped his upper body.

"Cold, cold......" After a few times, Ling Siqing finally slowly came back to his senses, took a deep look at the pale face, the curled up posture, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Gently untied the belt around his waist, took off the only remaining warm patchwork jacket, and covered him.

The temperature was extremely low in the middle of the night, and Ling Siqing couldn't help but sneeze as soon as he took it off, and shivered suddenly.

"Hmm, it's really cold." She looked at the patchwork shirt and resisted the urge to pull it back, hoping to keep out some of the coldness for him. However, the thin clothes were useless at all, and the sleeping person still trembled repeatedly as if his teeth were knotted, and she did not understand that this cold was actually psychological, mentally destroying the sick.

Ling Siqing suddenly felt a little sorry for him, if it weren't for himself, he wouldn't have harmed him like this!

After thinking about it repeatedly, he finally closed his lips again and gritted his teeth, slowly climbed onto the stone bed, opened his arms and hugged Qiao Muyu tightly into his arms, wanting to warm him with his body temperature, but he only felt a chill coming from the skin that fit him, and the coldness made the cells and muscles of her whole body tremble and shout......

"Hmm, no wonder it's cold, it's like a block of ice, it's so cold." She couldn't help but scold at the unconscious person, but she carefully raised her hand to press the clothes on his chin, pressed it casually, and hugged him tightly, just hoping to get through it.

Hopefully he'll wake up sooner and find a way to get her out of here.